Let's Start a RIOT. { Open }

[batgirl]

New School. New faces. New Experiences. Same old Ranka.

Standing on the platform, a brand new first year stood with her bright brown eyes staring at the mass crowd that stood in front of her. She has never seen that many people in one place, and as much as it annoyed her to be n such a big crowd, it made her a bit excited. Now, she can observe more people - something she enjoyed to do often - and she could meet new people. Ranka didn't have many friends her own age. So this was going to be something of a treat. A backpack was all that rested over her shoulder, it old and beaten up, but none the less she loved it. Her suitcase was already on the train [ her uncle got her here a tad bit early today ].

Today Ranka fashioned a very Ranka - like outfit, the young Russian never changing her sense of style. A pair of jeans that were actually a tad bit on her, and clearly to long, considering that the ends where covering up her ratty old converse. She liked it though, gave her have hope that she might get at lest an inch taller. She was average height, but she always seemed to be teased for her short - ness. Grinning at the thought, Ranka Rolled her shoulder's back a bit, the black, skin tight batman shirt fitting to her form and moving with her every motion. Sighing, she noted the conductor telling all passengers to load. She brushed a stray piece of blond hair from her eyes before pressing onward again. Time to start a new.

Entering the train, Ranka attempted to locate the seat which she was sitting in before. You know, with all her things in it. She kept the door shut and left a message not to sit there. She gave a cheeky grin, thinking what someone would think when they see a reserved sign on the compartment. Walking farther and farther back into the train, Ranka finally located the compartment and opened up the door, ripping down the sign and taking a seat inside. To her surprise it was still empty - she thought an upper class men would have ripped it down. Shrugging it off she pushed herself all the way to the end of the seat, tossing her bag to the side and letting herself glance out the window as the train started to leave. Glancing to the door Ranka hoped someone would come along and take a seat. Her first train ride would be rather boring if she didn't have a companion to sit with.

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[ashybean1994]

Ashleigh wandered around the train in hopes of finding somwhere to sit. She'd only found one compartment with any space. But it had a sign saying reserved. Everyother compartment had been full. She went back to the reserved compartment with her sketchpad in her hands. She looked inside and saw a girl in there. Brushing her black hair out of her eyes she slid open the door.
"May I sit here?"
She looked over the girl with her electric blue eyes.

[batgirl]

Alright, so maybe being new in the school wont be such a bad thing. I mean, there are a lot more first years, right? Oh Ranka, why are you so insecure?

No one would ever guess that someone like here could be so self conscious about themselves. Deep down the young Russian was, always judging herself and things that she says or does. Out loud she was just Ranka Molohov. The Russian girl who liked to watch Human behavior. She remembered that back in muggle school some people seemed to jealous her a bit. She got a long so great with everyone. No one tagged her as the kind to be so judgmental of herself. But looks are so deceiving, and probably a sin that is worth mentioning. Sighing a bit, Ranka curled herself up in the corner of her seat, still glancing out the window. Still, uneventful.

It was by this time that her forever lasting periodic mind was glancing around at the faces passing by. All these people looking for seats, yet no one dared enter her compartment. Strange, maybe she looked funny to them. She grinned at the thought, not wanting to scare anyone off, but it could actually hold useful to her. Keep away the ickle annoyances. But none the less, the young blond still wanted some kind of companion. Anyone would do really, but it seemed that with each passing face - white, black, tan, pale - they only glanced in on her, and continued on to find a more worthy seat.

It was then someone had actually stopped by. Ranka was taken by surprise a bit, her stunning blue eyes made her the center of Ranka's envy for the moment. She has been told that her bright brown eyes where something of interest, but they couldn't hold anything to her electric blue orbs. Not the best at starting conversation right off the bit, Ranka fiddled with a few things her her mind before coming up with a good response [ well, good enough anyway ]. "Sure, no sense standing out there" she said, her Russian accent hinted upon, but not as bad as others. Ranka glanced back to the window for a moment, hoping she would start up some conversation, she wasn't all that well at that. Plus, hearing her speak and watching her actions could give Ranka a good human to watch. How she loved to study human behavior.

[ashybean1994]

"thanks"
Ashleigh slipped in.
"I'm Ashleigh. Call me Frankie though. I prefer it. First year here? It is mine. "
She studied the girl. She had beautiful eyes. They reminded her of Alex's at the end of the day. The girl was so pretty. She smiled showing her fangs. Noticing she quickly closed her mouth and turned away.

great way to make friends Ashleigh, just great!

[batgirl]

Ranka nodded to her as she gave her a simple thanks, watching her as she entered the compartment. She gave a wiry smile, it being the only thing she could think of at the moment that would be relatively good so she wouldn't go running off thinking Ranka was some nutter. She gave a small grin at the thought. Truth be told she was a bit of a nutter, but she wasn't going to tell her that. Taking in a deep breath Ranka heard the whistle above the train go off, the last calls for students to get on, or miss their ride to a safer place. Leaning back Ranka's stomach filled with anticipation - she couldn't wait to arrive.

O the girl's next comments she gave another smile. "Frankie?" she responded, thinking on it. She couldn't tell where Frankie and Ashleigh tied in together, but she was sure there was a good reason for the name. Ranka nodded. "Ranka E. Molohov, at your service. But since no one uses full names anyone, Ranka will do" she said with a plastic grin, something she has been wearing ever since she got on this train. "It's my first year too - first year Ravenclaw. Still not too sure why I was put there, but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough" she said, biting her lip ring. Nervous habit. It was then Ranka noticed some rather large pearly whites coming from the girls mouth. Ranka had good eyesight. Fangs? Vampire. was the first thing that came to mind, but she wasn't going to be judgmental. She had no problems with vampires anyways.

Clearing the thought from her mind, she attempted to strike up more conversation. "I've been looking forward to this train ride for a while. I can't wait to arrive." she said with a nod, her fingers still fiddling rapidly with each other.

[ashybean1994]

"me too. I found out at the same time as my best friend. He has err.. my condition too but we're perfectly nice. We just get stereotyped. We aren't bloodthirsty monsters."

Ashleigh watched the girl.

"So... Ranka? interesting name. Just an unusual name or are you foreign?"

It was as pretty as the girl herself. Ashleigh would like a name like hers. Her name was Frankie because of a weekend of fooling around with her friend. He called her Frankie and she preferred it to Ashleigh. It was different for a girl. It was thought of as more of a boy's name.

[batgirl]

[[ Sorry for all the color changes. O.o I had to find the right color. x} ]]

Ranka couldn't help but let herself give an eye-roll at her comments on stereotypes. She Hated - no that was an understatement - she loathed them. Though, she has been informed she fits the Ravenclaw Stereotype. She doesn't actually know what that stereotype is, but whatever floats everyone else's boat. She really doesn't care. shrugging it off she didn't give much say on the matter before moving on to her next comment on her name. She grinned a bit.

"Yup. I'm foreign" she said, that small grin growing bigger as she puffed her chest out with pride. "Full Blood Russian" she said before letting herself sink back down into her seat, a small giggle arising. "Though, I live with my Uncle, he's English" she assured her with a small nod, adjusting her position on the seat so she was sitting Indian style. She glanced back to her. "The English are strange, no offense or anything. I've been here for a few years and I still have a hard time adjusting" she grinned a bit. Knowing her, it's going to be the same thing when she gets to Trios. She'll get through.